A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin.
These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot
of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered
for the position. After sending some applicants through the background
checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down
to three men, but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which man would get the extremely
secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a
large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow
your instructions no matter what the circumstances", they explained. "Inside
this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and
The man got a shocked look on his face and said "You can't be serious!
I could never shoot my own wife!" "Well", says the CIA man, "you're definitely
not the right man for this job then." So they bring the second man to the same
door and hand him a gun. "We went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes,
then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes.
"I tried to shoot her, I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife.
I guess I'm not the right man for the job." "No" the CIA man replied, "You
don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go the hell home."
Now they're down to one man left to test. Again they lead him to the same
door to the same room and hand him the same gun. "We must be sure that you
will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances, this is your final
test. Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun
and kill her."
The third man took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even
closed all the way, the CIA heard the gun start firing. One shot after
another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard
screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes,
then all went quiet. The door opened slowly, and there stood the third man.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said "You guys didn't tell me the gun
was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the bitch to death with the chair!"
Submitted by reader B.P.